Marathon Not a Sprint
The line becomes part of the experience, a lesson in patience wrapped in air conditioning and Mickey Ears wallpaper.
The line becomes part of the experience, a lesson in patience wrapped in air conditioning and Mickey Ears wallpaper.
If I was magically transported to the 1982 EPCOT Center, I think I’d know how to get around.
The fronds always put me more in mind of Easter.
“Do you know Father Gabriel?” she asked me.
Let me tell you, dear reader, nothing so wrenches the heart like turkey tears.
The palm and mangrove trees were stripped of their leaves, and much of the vegetation on the island has turned brown.
The pure chaos of this new ride requires equally chaotic imbibing. Maybe one of those middle-school numbers where you mix all the soft drinks together?
Have you ever had an amber alert go off on your phone at an inopportune moment?
We’d set off toward Kice Island and everything would go as planned.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t contemplate the busted door as a sign from God that I should stay home, but I brushed that off right quick.